I'm not gonna be just another vulture with my white polo feathers circling the meat I'm not gonna let myself fall into torture with my syllabic heart never skipping a beat how many masks will I put on today which friends will I call to keep heartbreak at bay is there any reason I'm failing to notice for my mind to be splitting a breaking away I check on the balance the old and mature with no-one to hold with the youthful talents with skin-to-skin loves no way to let go is there any real questioning this real estate? guess I'm fated to sleep where I'm not long to stay in another attempt at a normal new love my mind starts to splinter and then break away Anything more and I'll ruin the moment. Any thing less and I'll break free and fall So cue the figure riding the edge, cause another few lines and I'm fooling them all.